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Two months slipped by.
The two-foot gap that had once divided their sprawling king-sized bed was gone. Now, they fell asleep tangled together, something that somehow felt both entirely new and familiar.
It wasn't simply that they had grown comfortable sharing the same space again.
Kyuhyun had chosen it.
Day by day, he rebuilt the intimacy that had been lost between them—not by relying on instincts his body remembered, but by getting to know Kim Jongwoon all over again, carefully and attentively. He paid attention to everything—the little habits, the smiles, the silences, the things Jongwoon never asked for but always needed.
Kyuhyun still wasn't sure what name to give the feelings growing inside him. Were they old feelings rediscovered or entirely new ones? He didn't know. Even so, he knew one thing with absolute certainty: he loved learning everything about Kim Jongwoon.
He loved the way Jongwoon’s dark eyes softened whenever Kyuhyun absentmindedly ran his fingers through his hair.
He loved the gentle scolding in Jongwoon's voice whenever he caught Kyuhyun reaching for an alcohol drink strictly forbidden by the doctor.
He loved how Jongwoon would always pretend to be annoyed, only to sigh in resignation when Kyuhyun smiled cutely at him.
However, what he loved most was watching the hope in Jongwoon’s eyes slowly blossom into trust—one ordinary day at a time.
When Jongwoon’s insomnia flared up and kept him awake until three in the morning, Kyuhyun never asked why. He would simply draw close, holding Jongwoon until the older man was pressed tight against his chest, and hum a lullaby in the quiet. His fingertips would unconsciously trace small circles on Jongwoon’s back. Little by little, the tension locked in Jongwoon’s body would ease. His breathing deepened, his shoulders relaxed, and finally, he drifted off to sleep. Kyuhyun, too, would fall asleep more soundly than usual.
Those nights became one of the many ways Kyuhyun learned to love him.
Every new thing Kyuhyun learned about Jongwoon slowly seeped into his heart, until that affection seemed to fill every corner of it.
But his most favorite part of this new life came every morning.
Without fail, no matter how cold the autumn air was, Kyuhyun always insisted on walking Jongwoon to the café. The route wound beneath the canopy of maple and ginkgo trees, their leaves a mix of deep red and gold against the quiet Seoul streets.
Jongwoon always seemed lighter there.
He would pause to step on piles of fallen leaves, stop to admire shop windows already decorated for winter, and never once pass a neighborhood dog without crouching down to greet it like an old friend.
Kyuhyun rarely joined in. He was too busy watching Jongwoon. There it was. That smile. A smile that reached his eyes without hesitation. Seeing it appear had become the best part of Kyuhyun’s day.
His younger self must have had a reason for buying such an expensive apartment in this neighborhood.
As Jongwoon laughed at a fluffy golden retriever rolling onto its back for a belly rub, Kyuhyun found himself smiling. Good call, past me. At least one thing was done right.
But as the day passed and the streets grew busier, Kyuhyun noticed Jongwoon's anxiety slowly returning.
"You should stay home today," Jongwoon muttered on a chilly Tuesday morning, pulling his wool scarf higher so it covered half his face. A black van passed by them. He glanced over his shoulder nervously. "You're still on sick leave. What if the press sees you? What if a fan recognizes us walking together every morning?"
"Let them." Kyuhyun dismissed the thought with a casual shrug. He put his arm around Jongwoon's shoulders and pulled him to his side, shielding him from the cold. "It's okay, hyung. "If I get canceled, I'll just retire early."
A mischievous smile spread across his face. "Hyung could be the breadwinner. I'll stay home, wear an apron, and cook for you. And to be honest..." He leaned in closer, his voice dropped to a whisper. "My cooking is already as good as restaurant food."
Jongwoon let out a soft, irritated sigh. "You're too confident."
"But you didn't deny it."
The older man rolled his eyes, though the corners of his eyes crinkled beautifully with reluctant amusement. And for a moment, the worry faded.
Outside their apartment, however, the world continued to move. And sooner or later, the reality always found them again.
That afternoon, Hyukjae called. The agency was running out of patience. Investors wanted answers, and executives wanted a schedule. The duet they'd planned months before the accident was becoming harder to postpone, and they needed a firm date for the music video shoot.
"I told you. I need more time." Kyuhyun walked slowly across the living room, his phone pressed to his ear. And I won't release that duet. I'll write my own solo single. But I need more time, Hyukjae."
"Kyuhyun."
He turned around and found Jongwoon standing in the kitchen doorway with a washcloth folded tightly between his hands.
Without another word, Kyuhyun ended the call.
"You have to do it," Jongwoon said softly. His face was calm.
Kyuhyun lowered his phone. "Hyung..."
"I told you before." Jongwoon forced a faint smile. "I’m fine with this duet."
Kyuhyun realized it immediately. Not because of the words themselves, but because he had spent the last month studying every expression Jongwoon tried to hide.
"This is your career, Kyuhyun," Jongwoon continued calmly. "You can't put it on hold forever. Sooner or later, you must return to being the person everyone is waiting for. The fans have been looking forward to this duet." He forced a smile again. "I'll be fine."
Kyuhyun crossed the room without saying a word. He wrapped his arms around Jongwoon’s waist and pulled him close, resting his face against the curve of his neck. Slowly, the tension left Jongwoon’s body. Neither of them spoke. They stayed like that until the silence itself felt gentle again.
That night, Hyukjae called two more times. But Kyuhyun never returned either call.
—
The strain of the past few months finally took its toll on Jongwoon.
It happened on a rainy Friday morning. Kyuhyun woke to the sound of a sharp gasp, followed by the unmistakable thud of a body hitting the wooden floor. He sat bolt upright, his heart pounding.
"Hyung?"
The bathroom door was ajar. Kyuhyun found Jongwoon lying curled up right in the doorway; one hand gripped the floor, while the other clutched his lower back. The older man's face was pale, and tears streamed silently down his cheeks.
"Kyu..." His voice choked off as another wave of pain hit him. "I... I can't move my legs."
For one terrifying moment, Kyuhyun couldn't breathe.
Then, instinct took over. He grabbed the nearest coat and wrapped it around Jongwoon before carefully sliding one arm under his shoulders and the other beneath his knees.
"Kyuhyun..." Jongwoon whispered weakly. "Don't..."
"I'm taking you to the hospital," Kyuhyun said. There wasn't a hint of hesitation in his voice.
Hours later, after intravenous painkillers and muscle relaxants had finally eased the worst of the spasms, the attending physician returned with Jongwoon's medical chart.
"You missed your last scheduled epidural injection, Jongwoon-ssi. And according to your records, you haven't attended physical therapy in months.
Jongwoon lowered his gaze. The silence was answer enough.
The doctor sighed.
"Chronic disc disease like this doesn't just go away because you're busy. Without treatment, combined with prolonged stress and physical exhaustion, flare-ups like this become far more likely. Fortunately, your neurological exam looks promising. For now, I don't think emergency surgery is necessary."
Only after the doctor left did the room fall silent. Kyuhyun remained standing beside the bed, unable to move. Missed appointments, skipped injections, neglected physical therapies—none of it had happened overnight. While Kyuhyun struggled to piece his own life back together... Jongwoon had quietly let his body fall apart. The realization settled heavily in his chest.
How could he have missed it?
Slowly, he sat on the edge of the bed and carefully clasped Jongwoon’s hand between his own. The older man’s skin felt cold, an IV tube winding across the back of his hand.
"I'm sorry," Jongwoon murmured, his voice softened by exhaustion and the lingering effects of medication.
He turned his face toward the window.
"I didn't mean to scare you," he continued. A faint smile touched his lips. "You already have enough to worry."
"Don't."
Kyuhyun lifted Jongwoon’s hand and gently kissed his knuckles. "Don't apologize for getting hurt. You spent months taking care of me—even when it meant neglecting yourself." He looked up, his eyes shining with suppressed emotion. "Now, it's my turn."
His left hand rose to cup Jongwoon’s cheek, gently turning his face back toward him. "And didn't you promise me something, hyung? You promised to tell me when you're hurting, didn't you? Now, promise me again. Don't try to protect me by suffering in silence anymore."
He leaned forward until their foreheads were almost touching. "No more secrets. And absolutely no pretending to be fine."
For a moment, Jongwoon simply gazed at him. The determination in Kyuhyun’s eyes never wavered, leaving him no room for argument.
At last, Jongwoon closed his eyes and gave a small nod with the last of his strength.
Back at the apartment, after Jongwoon had finally fallen into a deep sleep under the heavy painkillers, Kyuhyun sat in his study to organize digital copies of his medical records and the new physiotherapy schedule.
As he browsed the hard drive, a hidden folder caught his eye.
K.
Overcome by curiosity, he opened it. What he saw on the screen made his breath hitch. Thousands of photos filled the screen, neatly arranged by date. None of them were publicity shots or professionally edited portraits. They were only candid moments known only to the two of them: Kyuhyun asleep on the sofa, mouth slightly open after an exhausting schedule; Kyuhyun laughing heartily, his eyes crinkling at the corners; Kyuhyun standing by the kitchen window, a cup of coffee warming his hands; Kyuhyun reading lyrics at the dining table, completely unaware that someone was watching him intently.
Five years of ordinary moments, preserved with such extraordinary care.
Without realizing it, Kyuhyun smiled. Every photo seemed to answer the same unspoken question in his mind. This is one of the many ways Kim Jongwoon loved Cho Kyuhyun.
As he continued scrolling, one photograph made him stop. It was a close-up of their hands resting near each other on a wooden café table. Jongwoon was wearing a simple silver ring with delicate engravings on his ring finger
Suddenly, Kyuhyun felt something shift, and the room around him seemed to vanish.
He was standing inside an empty apartment—the very place that was now their home, though it was still unfurnished. Blazing sunlight flooded the bare wooden floors, bathing the space in a golden glow.
His palms felt damp. His heart was pounding in his chest.
Slowly, he dropped to one knee. Jongwoon gazed at him with pure contentment. Tears began to well in his beautiful eyes as Kyuhyun opened a small velvet box, revealing two matching silver rings.
"Live with me," he pleaded, his voice trembling.
"I know I can't give you everything you deserve. I know I have to hide so much of myself from the world. But... let this be our home."
He looked up.
"Let me be the place you come home to, Kim Jongwoon."
Kyuhyun was jolted back to the present with a sharp breath, his chest heaving unevenly. Instinctively, he looked at his own hands. Nothing. He realized that neither of them had worn a ring since he woke up in the hospital.
When he returned to the bedroom, Jongwoon was already awake. The lingering effects of the medication made his movements sluggish and his eyelids heavy. He looked so small and fragile against the oversized pillows.
Kyuhyun sat beside him in silence. Gently, he reached for Jongwoon’s left hand. His thumb traced the base of the man's ring finger. And there, a faint, pale line was visible against the honey-colored skin.
"Where are the rings, Hyung?" Kyuhyun asked softly.
Jongwoon stiffened instantly. Instinctively, he tried to pull his hand away, but Kyuhyun held it firm enough for him to stay.
"The rings... are in a box," he finally answered, his voice raspy. "At the very back of the hallway closet. I put them away that day… the day you said you couldn't remember me."
A long silence followed. Jongwoon closed his eyes, unable to bear Kyuhyun’s intense gaze. "I couldn't... I couldn't keep wearing them while you looked at me as if I were a stranger."
Kyuhyun closed his eyes, letting the words sink deep within him.
After another long silence, Jongwoon let out a mirthless chuckle. "Besides, you never wore it on your finger. It always hung on a silver chain beneath your shirt. So that no one could see it."
He lifted Jongwoon’s hand again and pressed a lingering kiss to the pale line where the ring had once rested. No promises were spoken aloud. Yet, this time, he was determined to keep every single one of them.
—
The final blow came three days later.
Kyuhyun sat beside Jongwoon in Dr. Shin’s office, watching the latest MRI scans on the computer screen.
The neurologist clasped his hands together. "Structurally, your brain has recovered remarkably well, Kyuhyun-ssi." He paused before continuing. "Unfortunately, memory recovery doesn't always keep pace with physical healing."
The room fell silent.
"Given how much time has passed, and considering your recovery pattern so far... I think it’s important to prepare for the possibility that some of your memories from the past few years might never return. Your retrograde amnesia might be permanent."
Kyuhyun remained silent. Beside him, Jongwoon sat still. His hands rested quietly in his lap, but all the color had drained from his face.
He knew exactly what was running through Jongwoon's mind: The version of Cho Kyuhyun who remembered every anniversary, every promise, and every ordinary day they had built together over the years—that man might never come back to him.
Neither of them spoke during the drive home. Rain tapped softly against the windshield. The silence between them felt heavy, yet it wasn't uncomfortable; they simply sat there, lost in their own thoughts.
Then, Kyuhyun’s phone rang through the car’s Bluetooth speakers.
It was Lee Hyukjae.
When he answered, his manager’s voice blared from the speakers. "Kyu, don't check social media. Dispatch just published paparazzi photos from last week."
Kyuhyun tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
"They got pictures of you hugging Jongwoon hyung outside the hospital... and more photos of you two walking together near the café."
Hyukjae took another hurried breath.
"It’s everywhere. Dating rumors have exploded, and the comments are getting nasty."
There was a moment of pause, but Kyuhyun’s expression remained unchanged.
"The agency has prepared a statement. They're saying Jongwoon is just a close family friend who helped you recover. They want to deny everything before this blows up any bigger."
"No," Kyuhyun interrupted. "Don't release anything. I'll handle it myself."
Without waiting for an answer, he ended the call.
Only then did he turn toward the passenger seat. Jongwoon hadn't moved at all; his face was deathly pale; his hands were clenched tightly in his lap, trembling despite his best efforts to keep them still.
After spending months learning everything about Jongwoon, Kyuhyun now knew very well what the real meaning of that look was.
This time, he refused to let that look linger for too long.
Instead of driving to the agency or turning back toward the apartment, he took the next exit and navigated the winding roads overlooking the city until they reached a quiet, scenic spot near their neighborhood. It was the spot where Jongwoon had first said yes to him five years earlier.
He parked the car and turned off the engine.
For a while, neither of them moved. Below them, Seoul stretched far into the distance, bathed in the last golden light of the setting sun.
"Kyunnie..." Jongwoon asked quietly. "Why are we here? Shouldn't we go to the agency before things get worse?"
Kyuhyun turned to look at him.
The fading sunlight shone on Jongwoon's eyes, making them glow beautifully like amber.
For a moment, Kyuhyun forgot the chaos unfolding in the outside world. All he could see was the man sitting beside him. Slowly, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small velvet box.
Jongwoon's breath caught at the sight. "Kyuhyun..."
"I might never remember those five years," Kyuhyun said softly. His voice trembled, but his gaze never left Jongwoon's. "I might never remember every conversation we had... every trip we took... every ordinary day we spent together."
He took a deep breath and smiled faintly.
"But now I realize something. Loving someone isn't measured by how much you remember. It's how carefully you pay attention. By noticing the little things, the sacrifices they never talk about, the way they silently choose you every single day."
He opened the box. Two silver rings reflected the sunset light.
"I've been paying attention. I've seen how deep your love for me is. I've seen everything you've endured without asking for anything in return. And somewhere along the way..."
"I fell in love with you."
"Not because my body remembers it, not because I feel responsible for a life I can't remember," he continued, his smile softened. " But because every day, I choose to know you. And every day, I love you a little more."
A tear slowly rolled down his cheek.
"Before the accident, Cho Kyuhyun loved you enough to build a life with you. And I'm so grateful to him for that. But I chose something different now. There will be no more hiding, no more pretending," he said, his voice shaking. "My past, my present, my future... They all belong with you."
He held out one of the rings.
"So... Kim Jongwoon... Will you choose me again?"
For a heartbeat, Jongwoon couldn't answer. Tears began to stream down his cheeks. He nodded then, again and again, unable to form a single word.
Kyuhyun smiled through his own tears. With careful hands, he slid the silver ring back onto Jongwoon's left ring finger. Right where it belonged.
Then he took the second ring and gently placed it into Jongwoon's palm.
"This one..." he said softly. His smile widened. "I want you to put it on me. Somewhere where everyone can see."
Jongwoon stared at it for a long moment before a radiant, tearful smile spread across his face. With trembling fingers, he slid the ring onto Kyuhyun's hand.
Neither of them looked away.
Kyuhyun didn't waste another second. He leaned across the center console, cupped Jongwoon's face with one hand, while the other gently threaded through his hair. When their lips met, the kiss was slow and desperate. He swallowed Jongwoon's breath, as if pouring out every apology he never knew how to say and every promise he wanted to keep.
Jongwoon answered without hesitation, his hands gripping the front of Kyuhyun's coat, accepting everything Kyuhyun poured out through his touch as if tying himself to a future that was almost lost.
They kissed until they were both breathless, completely grounded in the reality of each other's presence.
Outside the car, the city remained as it always had been. But inside, nothing was the same. The distance between them had vanished completely, leaving only their hands intertwined, back exactly as they were meant to be.
An hour later, the South Korean internet was in an uproar.
It was all because Cho Kyuhyun chose to speak out before his agency or anyone else could. He published a letter on his personal Instagram account, which is followed by millions of people.
Hello. This is Cho Kyuhyun.
I know today's news has come as a shock to many of you.
Before anyone else speaks on my behalf, I want to tell you the truth myself.
A few weeks ago, I was involved in a serious car accident.
Although I recovered physically, I woke up with severe retrograde amnesia. Seven years of my life had vanished overnight.
I cannot fully describe how terrifying that was. I woke up to a life I no longer recognized, surrounded by people I loved but could no longer remember.
There was one person who never left my side.
He stayed by my hospital bed even when I looked at him like a stranger.
He quietly endured my fear, confusion, and frustration without asking for anything in return.
In his efforts to help me regain my memory, he almost forgot to take care of himself.
The man in those photos isn't just someone close to me.
His name is Kim Jongwoon.
He is my partner.
We have shared our lives for the past five years.
For a long time, I believed that hiding our relationship was the only way to protect what we had.
After losing my memory, I realized that the person who truly needed protecting was him.
I may never be able to recall all the memories we created together.
But every day since waking up, I’ve had the chance to fall in love with him all over again.
This time, with my eyes wide open.
To everyone who has supported me over the years, thank you.
I hope you will also support the person who has been quietly supporting me all this time.
— Kyuhyun
Beneath the letter was a photo with no caption. It showed only two hands resting on the car’s leather center console, wearing matching silver rings that caught the afternoon light.
Within minutes, the internet reacted exactly as it always does. There was shock, curiosity, celebration, and disbelief. Naturally, there were cruel comments, too.
But those were quickly drowned out by thousands of messages from people wishing Kyuhyun a speedy recovery, thanking him for his honesty, and embracing the love story he had finally chosen to share.
Later that night, Kyuhyun turned off his phone and placed it facedown on the coffee table. The endless stream of notifications could wait until morning.
Jongwoon sat quietly beside him on the sofa.
Without a second thought, Kyuhyun wrapped his arm around Jongwoon’s waist and pulled him close. The other man rested his head just beneath Kyuhyun’s chin, as if that were exactly where it belonged.
Kyuhyun kissed his temple, feeling the rhythm of Jongwoon’s calm breathing against his chest.
And for the first time since waking up in the hospital, he finally felt at home.